Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95906 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95906 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Need.
But not just for sex.
No, it was so much more than that. So much more that it had me shaking and I knew that Micah could tell because he kept running his hands up and down my back in a soothing manner.
“I'm nervous,” I admitted with a laugh. Usually, I was the guy who knew exactly what he was doing in bed. I was the seducer. I was the one who was always in control. I made sure my partners found their pleasure before I took my own. But now I just felt like one big, raw, exposed nerve. It should have had me running for the hills, but all I wanted to do was lose more of myself in Micah.
“Me too,” Micah said with a soft smile. His casted arm came up so he could run his fingers along my face. “I don't want to lose this, Con.” He shook his head. “I don't know what’s happening to me, but I don't want to lose it.”
“I know,” I responded. And it was true. I did know what he was talking about. I liked who I was when I was around him. He made me feel like me. He made me feel like the person I'd been before a stranger in an alley had made me ashamed and angry and full of hate.
I dropped my mouth and began kissing him again. This time, the kiss was more frenzied and desperate, and it was all I could do not to unleash every ounce of passion I was feeling on the young man beneath me. Micah was right there with me, touch for touch, kiss for kiss. His hands began to roam my entire body, but it wasn't until his fingers came into contact with the scar on my upper arm that everything stopped. Time stood still as Micah’s finger ran the length of the scar.
The one his brother had left behind.
The one that had changed all of our lives forever.
I was sure it was the beginning of the end and that I was about to lose everything I’d only just found, but Micah's finger didn't linger. Instead, his hand was back on my face and he was telling me to open my eyes, even though I hadn't realized I’d closed them when he’d touched that mark.
When I met his gaze, he asked, “Fresh start, right, Con?”
A wave of relief washed over me. I nodded. “Fresh start,” I agreed and then my mouth was back on his. It didn't stay there long. I trailed a line of kisses down his neck and over his collarbone. When my mouth reached his nipple, I teased it with my tongue which had Micah moaning. I reached one hand up so I could link our fingers while I used the other to hold his hips down as Micah began to respond to the sensual caresses my mouth was leaving all over his chest and belly.
The head of his dick was peeking out from beneath the waistband of his sweats, but the closer I got to it, the more tense Micah got, so I didn't pay any specific attention to the needy flesh and focused instead on worshipping every part of his body I could reach with my mouth. It wasn't until he let out a little whimper and softly called out my name that I let my tongue subtly slide over the top of his cock. The move jolted Micah back to awareness, but the strangled curse that left his lips told me he hadn't disliked what I’d done.
So I didn't prolong the torture.
Instead, I used my hand to lower his pajama bottoms enough that I could run the flat of my tongue up the length of his dick to his crown. Micah's long fingers tightened in my hair, but he wasn’t trying to push me away. If anything, he was holding my head in place. So I repeated the move again.
And again.
With every swipe of my tongue, Micah was calling out his approval and twisting his hips, probably in an effort to prolong the contact. I wondered if any of the men who’d hurt him in the past had done this to him, but I realized it didn't matter. Everything I did with Micah going forward would be a first for him.
Every.
Single.
Thing.
What those men had taken from him I would do everything I could to give back and I’d give it back tenfold. I'd make it so he never regretted choosing me in this moment over the past.
I released my hold on Micah's free hand and clasped his hips with both hands at the same time that I took his shaft deep into my mouth and down my throat. Not surprisingly, Micah shouted and thrust his hips upward.
I'd always enjoyed giving my partners head, so I knew what to expect. I relaxed my gag reflex so he could push his cock as far down my throat as he could get it. I savored the flavor of his pre-cum as it dripped down my throat.